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Thomas Firebrand was an extremely wealthy man, one who, in his own eyes, had long since paid his dues to his tribe. But tell that to his Uncle, who still chastised him for his forays into big business and moving away from his heritage. His heritage as the tribe's long-standing breeding plan over the course of untold generations, the final result being him…
The Puma ! The Prophesied warrior meant to save not only the Tribe, but the entire world from a great and powerful enemy that would threaten them. Generations upon generations of selective breeding and mystical ceremonies had created Puma after Puma, their lineage finally distilling into the perfect warrior.
Thomas had long since achieved his major goals. He had become a wealthy man, paying back his tribe and protecting their sovereignty, and mastering his transformed state.
The one thing that the billionaire had yet to acquire was a proper challenge in combat. He worked as an assassin for hire, but only on targets that were worthy of his abilities, and were properly morally reprehensible. Which was why he was here in New York City. He had been hired by a man going by the name, "The Rose", to take down the target known as Spider-Man. Really… These names were so theatrical it made him want to laugh. After only a small amount of research in the newspapers and online news postings about the vigilante, Thomas felt certain in his abilities to defeat the man, as well as the ethical justification for his death. Now… he simply had to wait…
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So, I'm thinking… we could go try out some food at that bakery that does the chocolate you really like, and after that, we could try watching a movie. Not really sure what you'd like, but there's a decent selection.
Will you explain situations that I do not understand? I am quickly learning, but I am still very much a new arrival to this planet darling.
Planning a date with an alien life form that had no set physical body that was bonded to him. If anyone had suggested to Peter that that would be what he was doing while swinging across the streets of New York City, he'd have called them crazy. But instead, that was his reality, and he couldn't be happier. Venom had been… unbelievably supportive, and he'd really needed that, what with everyone basically ignoring him.
Of course. You're doing really well though. I'm really proud of you.
He could feel the wriggle of her pride, squeezing his entire body lovingly.
But before they could spend any more time flirting back and forth playfully, Peter's Spider-Sense struck like a bucket of cold water, causing him to pull up sharply on one of his swings. Just underneath him a form pounced, snarling at the fact that they had missed, landing on a nearby flagpole and leaping onto a nearby roof.
An enemy…
And a new one at that. Don't know this fella at all.
Then shall we take his measure beloved?
Let's do it.
Using the "webbing" of Venom's suit, he pulled himself rapidly to a water tower, clinging easily to the side of it, looking down at the… man?
His attacker was bipedal, but covered in a thin layer of golden fur, with claws attached to his fingers and a very feline face complete with muzzle and fangs.
"What's new Pussycat?" He snarked at the cat man who was crouched before him, ready to strike.
"Spider-Man… your reign of terror shall be cut down by the hands of the Puma!" He snarled before launching himself at Peter. Perhaps if Peter had been caught off guard, the Puma would have been able to get a few nasty strikes in. But Peter Parker was the closest he'd ever been to the top of his game. He was well rested, well fed, and supported by someone who knew and understood him.
The cat man never had a chance.
As the Puma launched himself at Peter, claws gleaming with a mirror shine to them, Peter leaped over the Puma in a front flip that just barely avoided the claws. As he did so, he quickly triggered the webs to latch onto Puma's back and used his flipping momentum to pull the villain out of his attack and into a swinging CRASH onto the roof of the building.
Normally, he would be worried about being too rough, especially on an enemy he'd never tested the limits of, but the overall strength and agility that was obvious in the Puma's form made it clear that Peter wasn't working with basic human durability. That was proven rather promptly by the Puma attempting to push himself up, and create some distance.
Nice try pussycat. He growled in his mind, using his enhanced reflexes to pull off a Lilliputian technique, using his webs to keep both legs attached to the roof, before rapidly approaching the trapped assailant. The big guy actually friggin hissed at him like a big house cat as he struggled to escape.
"Yeah that's not gonna happen bucko. Now, I like to think I've been pretty nice here. So far, all I've done is tie you up a little while, believe me you are not my usual target for such a thing."
Well aren't you feisty Peter… would you like to tie me up?~
Down girl.
Yes sir~...
"Cease your Prattle! The Puma will defeat you, Spider-Man, and end your villainy, proving that even an opponent such as you cannot stand before my might."
Peter hummed quietly.
"Eh… I give it a six. Many of the usual suspects said the same to me over the years, and most of them did so when they'd knocked my block off, leaving me woozy and uncoordinated. I'll give you points for accusing me of Villainy. It's not often someone who isn't Jameson accuses me of straight up villainy. So… who are you working for? The Rose? Kingpin?" He said, leaning forward, his eyes markings on his suit narrowing with him.
"I don't get the usual stench of sleaze I'm accustomed to when it comes to the kind of people who get hired by them."
The Puma sneered at him, but Venom could taste the chemicals in the air in such a fashion as to give Peter a basic rundown on emotions that his assailant was feeling. And confusion seemed to be the predominant sensation.
"You will not fool me Spider. You have caused this city a great amount of strife and hardship. You need only to read the record of the bodies that fall in your wake! Bennett Brant, George Stacy, Gwen Stacy, and more! You've been connected to more than one brutal and horrific murder, and I shall not allow you to continue on your way!" The Puma grunted, attempting to use his claws to rip through the webbing.
He will fail beloved. My threads are almost impossible to be cut, barring Sonic attacks or open flames.
And indeed, The Puma had found that his plan to break free was quickly and abruptly stopped, through the simple use of webs to the man's wrists connecting him to his ankles.
"I bear a lot of guilt for the deaths of those people, but I did not murder them! " Peter whispered quietly, barely able to hold back from a snarl. He'd held a lot of self-hatred ever since their deaths, especially Gwen. He wasn't sure he ever wouldn't blame himself for her getting killed… but the one who put her in that position was, and always would be Norman Osborn. The Green Goblin.
"You attempt to sidestep your crimes with such ease, it sickens me! If you're going to kill me… just do it."
Peter rolled his eyes and leaned against a nearby pipe.
"Jeezum crow, the way you go on, it's like you did nothing but read the Bugle before you went on this crusade of yours."
There was silence as the feline attacker said nothing before his eyes flicked slightly to the side.
…No fucking way.
Are you certain we can't force the buffoon to eat his own mustache?
… God I hate how it's getting harder and harder to justify telling you no.
"Are you serious?! Jameson has hated me from my very first appearance in his newspaper, when I saved his son! He's been calling me a menace for years now! You didn't even bother to read anything from the friggin' Globe? Or the Times?! Somethin'??" Peter's dismay and annoyance seemed to be cutting through the stoicism the Puma had been attempting to project. The flicking of the eyes as well as the disgruntled expression on his face as he continued to try to get free.
Well, he hadn't expected the guy to just sit down and do nothing.
"So seriously. Who the heck hired you to take me down?" It didn't really matter all that much Peter supposed. He was constantly targeted by people attempting to kill him for one reason or the other. But at least knowing where it was coming from was a workable situation.
It was then that Peter heard a feminine high pitched scream originating from street level. It wasn't even a choice. Leaving behind the Puma, he dove off the roof, swinging off towards the location of a scream. What he found wasn't a woman as he'd expected, but instead one man of average build being menaced by three men wearing gang colors.
"Hey keep your mouth shut!" The lead thug sneered at their intended victim, a knife swiftly pulled to make it clear that if the man didn't do as he was told, things were going to get violent.
"Hey Fellas, you don't mind if I drop in do you?" Peter quipped, having hung upside down just above them, startling the gangsters.
"Oh shit! It's Spider-Man!" Cursed one of the men before running. And… yeah, Peter recognized that voice.
"Hey now Tommy, don't try and run! It's been too long, how's business?" He called out as he swiftly webbed the man's legs to the ground, causing him to fall face forward onto the concrete. Tommy Fields wasn't exactly an innocent, but he also wasn't someone who deserved getting every single bone in his body rearranged.
Unfortunately for the other two, they seemed to think that they could handle going up against Spider-Man.
They were incorrect.
A few easy bob and weaves, a flick or two to the forehead and a quick web up, he clapped his hands together in a satisfied manner.
"Aaaand that's a wrap gentlemen. Try not to get into crime in the future, it really doesn't tend to pay out." Turning to the man who'd been menaced, he found the man to be cowering.
"Hey, easy bud. It's ok, you're safe."
"S-spider-man? You uh… damn dude, you look scary with that black suit. Almost thought I was gonna get my ass kicked anyway. Thanks for the save." The guy said, looking embarrassed. Peter realized then that the high pitch scream had probably come from this man. Patting the guy on the shoulder, he spoke in what was hopefully an encouraging tone.
"Hey, don't worry about it buddy. Truth be told? I've made many a high-pitched yelp myself when startled. I'm glad you're alright. Now, if you'd be so kind as to call the cops to pick these fellows up, I need to go check on another fellow who started to make more of a nuisance of himself. Alright?" The man nodded rapidly, as Venom spoke in his head once more.
Beloved… the Puma is attempting to escape. You might wish to move quickly.
Oh that's right… the webs are essentially part of your biomass… perhaps I should keep using my web shooters for normal stuff, and in emergencies, you could assist me?"
He got the sensation that she very much liked that idea as he began crawling up the wall of the nearest building at a rapid pace. And she wasn't the only one who was a fan. In a way… this was what he'd always wanted in a relationship. The cooperation. The support and planning together. And once they dealt with the furry, they could make their way to one of the places they'd discussed early, and pick up some dinner. He was leaning towards grabbing the chocolate from the bakery, and then maybe ordering in.
It would depend on how much money he had currently. He hadn't yet had an interview with any of the other newspapers yet, but that would soon change after he diversified his portfolio a wee bit. Getting pictures of himself was his bread and butter certainly, but Robbie hadn't necessarily been wrong. So he'd gotten some pictures of various protests in interesting angles, as well as good closeups of new and "exciting" political candidates.
But in regards to money… Venom had come in clutch, using her tendrils to carefully acquire lost and forgotten quarters, bills, and jewelry.
Just in the past few days she'd managed to get a fair amount, though he didn't know the current full amount.
Pure monetary value for your currency is one hundred and twenty-eight dollars, and thirty-eight cents. The jewelry is unknown. The jewel in the earring is fake, but the gold is real, while the ring is authentic silver with real rubies.
Huh… that was interesting. The jewelry would likely be sold for cheap as he had no proof of it being authentic, but he could always just look for a reputable pawn shop. He'd probably need to pawn the stuff off as Spider-Man or-
He shook his head. Later.Think about all this later. He needed to… ah! There he was. The Puma was still attached to the roof, even as he was straining with all his might. Venom's webs were just as strong as his own web fluid… perhaps even stronger. (Though now he had the idea on how to strengthen it further… An idea for another time) Thus, the Puma, while not able to break free of the web fluid, was able to start breaking free of the roof.
Moving faster, he placed a powerful hand on the shoulder of his opponent, before he could strain any farther.
"Ah ah… don't be going anywhere, or I might have to take you to the vet to be neutered. Now, can we talk like civilized people, or am I going to have to fight you until you get the picture?"
There was a sort of… privileged defiance in his opponents face which immediately had Peter peg him as a rich guy. Either a rich guy or a genius, and this guy was too much about his own physicality for that compared to someone like Mysterio or Doc Ock. If anything, the guy reminded him a bit of a discount Kraven.
The Puma looked up at him with a disgruntled glare… but Peter could tell that the hostility was drained from its usual intensity.
"Perhaps my investigation has not been… thorough enough. I will return to my investigations, but if it turns out that you've been false with me at any point-"
Peter rolled his eyes, as he asked Venom to let the fibers of her biomass unravel from the Puma's bindings. His symbiote girlfriend (man that was still weird at times) obliged instantly, leaving the man to scramble and backflip back into a combat ready pose. Peter for his part just crossed his arms, his Spider-Sense being silent as he waited for the Puma to stop posturing.
"... I will return Spider-Man. You will regret it if you have deceived me." And with that, he launched himself over the roof, and swung away through acrobatics.
Jeez this guy takes himself far too seriously.
He is no threat to you, my Peter. I do not say this as an ego stroking situation, he is simply not as strong, fast, or reflexive as you. He also has an extremely high opinion of his own abilities.
Regardless Ven, I've seen way too many heroes and villains get punched out by someone below their weight class due to getting cocky. And sometimes even the most dangerous of people come from opponents who used to be laughingstocks. You remember the Molecule Man.
… You make a fair point, beloved. But at least for now, you should be fine. Most of your opponents are in jail or are hiding currently, and the Rose and Kingpin are becoming more and more of a nuisance.
Mmm. True. Also… I was wondering Ven, could we switch to my usual red and blues? At least during the day. At night, the black would work even better.
As long as you don't desire the webbed underarms. They seem… silly.
Oh come on Ven, give me a break! I was 15 when I made those designs. I was just going off of teenage flights of fancy.
Alright… like this then?
And with a very swift swift shift, the black changed before his eyes to the red and blue, with the webbing patterns… ah… perfect.
Perfect Venom. Should help keep the usual citizens from freaking out. Ok…. So let's go pick up some chocolate, we'll order some chinese, and then we'll find a movie to watch. Sound good for a date?
Every moment spent with you is a revelation my Peter. But yes… that does sound fun.
He blushed hard, his heart feeling… damn. He felt good. He felt… appreciated. Happy. And God knows he was going to try his damnedest to make sure that Venom always felt the same way.
So as he continued his swinging, he considered his options for employment.
The Globe would probably do well… they covered superheroes more often, but the biggest issue he had was that he could usually only ever get good pictures of himself. The few times he'd worked with Felicia and she'd take the photos, things had gone well… but-
…. That was an idea, but would that be sel-
Peter…. Venom admonished him gently. She didn't say anything, but he knew what she was trying to get across.
Right. Ok… is it at all possible for you to split off from me? And take pictures of other heroes or villains when I'm in battle?
Venom seemed to consider it for a moment as they swung through the concrete jungle that was New York City. As they approached the bakery, Venom spoke up.
Possibly. I would need a very significant amount of biomass to be able to separate myself into two, and have both iterations of myself working in tandem without reducing my ability to protect you. So it's possible… but it would take me a while before I'd be capable of what you wish. There are ways to increase my biomass production but they are… somewhat objectionable. Extremely so by your standards.
Meaning? He asked as he swung down to the ground, waving hello to the few people who seemed to be pleased at the sight of him.
Promise me you will let me finish, and not overreact?
…That's somewhat concerning, but yes. I promise.
The standard method of acquiring more biomass is simply the consumption of animal life forms, whether sapient or non.
In other words…
…You can eat people?
Always was capable. Humans can as well, it's just more debilitating to your systems to do so. The brain makes the chemical I spoke to you of, the one available in chocolate as well? It's one of the easiest ways of acquiring more of the stuff.
So, what are you saying? He asked, leaning against a wall, taking slow breaths so as not to let his thoughts take an accusing bent. She'd asked him to hear her out, and he would.
I will never harm an innocent my Peter. Not will I ever desire to kill a mild or moderate criminal. But I must be truthful to you. It causes me no strife to imagine consuming a rapist, or a serial killer. I will not do so, out of respect for you, but I cannot change how I feel about this.
His instinctual response was… well. He acknowledged it, and disregarded it, before trying to address it from a more… considerate direction. He was dating someone who was comfortable with killing. But was open about how she felt about it, while still making it clear that she would respect his wishes. The question then became, could he accept that?
… Yeah. He supposed he could. It wasn't like he'd ever not wanted to kill someone. Norman Osborn for one was high on his list of targets. So… really the desire to kill wasn't exactly a sign of being a psychopathic killer. Just a natural part of how a person processes stress and injustice. Plus, intrusive thoughts are a thing.
Ok love. I understand. As long as we talk about stuff like this, it's ok. But… yeah, I can't condone murder and that's basically my limit in our relationship. If we ever get to the point where you're insistent on killing someone, then we have to call it quits Ven.
There was an uncomfortable wriggle from Venom, but she gave him a gentle squeeze.
As you wish Peter. I am simply grateful that my beliefs are not… repugnant enough that you do not wish to remain with me.
Well Ven… I'm not gonna lie. It makes me wary… but I believe in you. And I trust you.
There was a warmth that she projected upon him as he walked inside to the Bakery. The man at the register seemed surprised, but out on a small smile.
"Ah! Spider-Man! How can I help you? Looking for something to quell a sweet tooth? Or maybe something for a special lady in your life?" He said with an exaggerated wink and good humor. But for once?
"Actually yeah! I'm having a date night with my lady, and she told me that the Bulgarian dark chocolate that you sell here is her favorite. So I'm hoping you could sell me a pound or so? As well as a dozen donuts for me."
They were going to make dinner together tonight anyway. Lasagna from scratch. It was a project, but Venom and he had watched a bunch of videos on how to do it, and it should be simple… just involved.
"Hah! It's good to see that New York's Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Dude isn't lonely on a Friday night. Hey, tell you what, you hop up on my ceiling to prove you're the real deal, and we'll call this my thank you for looking out for the little guy." The man at the register (who Peter realized must be the owner) was a friendly sort it seemed and… well. If he was willing to offer a gift, Peter wasn't a rude man. With a little two finger salute, Peter hopped up farther than any normal man was capable of, clinging to the roof before standing up, facing the man upside down, his fists on his hip.
"How's that for proof eh?"
It was always a delight seeing people go wide-eyed either with shock, fear or joy when they saw him show off his abilities. Reminded him of the simpler times when he was simply the Amazing Spider-Man, as seen on TV. The owner of the bakery was no exception, clapping his hands together in delight before turning away to gather the items Peter had requested.
"Fantastic! Oh man, I tell ya Spidey, the Bugle might call you a menace all the damn time, but those of us who actually pay attention to what you do? You're the real deal, paying attention to the little guy on the street. Say, you got any idea what happened when a bunch of heroes just disappeared out of nowhere?"
The man asked as he acquired the dark chocolate, wrapping it up in wax paper, and began assembling a baker's dozen of assorted donuts.
Peter laughed before letting himself fall, tuck into a roll, and landing on his feet once more.
"Hard to believe, but we all ended up in the same place. There was a bunch of stuff that you wouldn't believe, and if I tried to explain it all, I'd be late for date night."
The man waved him off, with a grin.
"Hey, don't worry about it. You go get your gal her present. Just keep in mind Pertucci's for when ya got Valentine's day coming up eh? And if I'm not in that day, tell whoever's on duty that old man Pertucci said you get the family rate." The good natured grin of Mr. Pertucci said as he handed over the items. Peter smiled and thanked the man profusely for the kind words and deeds, before having Venom web everything up to keep everything stable as he made his way through the slowly darkening skies of New York, swiftly making his way to the apartment. Instead of having to somehow sneak in through the roof, he simply swung carefully into an empty alley, and had Venom shift his costume into sturdy looking jeans and a t-shirt combined with a light jacket. He hummed softly, petting the jacket that was his girlfriend, enjoying the little rumblings she let him feel.
You've seriously helped make my life a lot easier, and less stress filled. Thank you.
I hope to keep doing that for you Peter. As well as… other things.~
He swallowed hard as his cock throbbed at the implication. Something that made the deep feminine voice in his mind chuckle huskily but she did not squeeze him, still knowing that he wanted to take her to dinner before they got… handsy.
Well then… shall we prepare dinner?
She asked him playfully as they made their way up to his apartment, opening the door and entering. As soon as they closed the door behind them, Venom manifested the torso and head that she usually did, her wide razor knife teeth sparkling white as they moved forward to kiss each other.
It was deep.. it was arousing… and it was meaningful as his hands reached up to grip her back. Once they'd separated from their kiss, he just hugged her tight, the two of them swaying back and forth for a moment. It was something Peter hadn't had since…
He took a breath, and pulled away, Venom's alien expression becoming easier to parse and find cute as the days went by.
"Shall we get started then?"
"Sounds like a plan."
The dinner they made tonight would be made almost entirely from scratch. The pasta was made perfectly, the meat sauce and ricotta, and all the seasonings perfectly applied. And all the while they chatted about simple things. Funny things.
All the while, he would occasionally feed her chunks of the Bulgarian Dark chocolate, feeling her shudder in delight as she consumed it, licking and sucking on his fingers.
"If ever there was a reason to conquer Earth, it is the existence of Chocolate. This delicacy is unbelievable. " His girlfriend praised the chocolate while throwing some playful alien humor around.
"So… was I your first host? Or was there someone else?"
"Ah… first host was when I was… far younger than I am now. And he was nowhere near as striking an individual as you. You would know him as a Kree soldier. I was bonded to him briefly as a weapon in his species' regular wars and interactions with the Skrull. You… you were something I never could have seen coming Peter. And I'm very very pleased I found you. What about you? I know of Felicia, Betty Brant… and Gwen Stacy. But sometimes I see a flicker of red hair through your memories. Who is that?"
Peter paused and smiled softly.
"Mary Jane. She… she was always more of a party girl than I was comfortable with, but when Gwen died, she was there for me. Giving me the support I needed. I haven't seen her in a while… though she's back in town. It… might be nice to say hi again."
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There was much that Venom didn't know about her host yet. Plenty of memories that she had decided to leave be so that she could have conversations like these with Peter. She had been honest about how memories of red hair flit through his mind at times. The emotions that flooded his body when she brought up Mary Jane were… intense. Powerful. She had a strong effect upon Peter… so perhaps that would be something to encourage. She still felt a…possessiveness to Peter, but with the concept of expanding her biomass even further, a topic that had been discussed earlier on…
Maybe -.
"Alright… I think the lasagna is ready to go in the oven." Peter hummed, distracting her from her musings. As the main dish went into the oven, Venom took the opportunity to clean all the dishes and clear the counters of trash. Consuming leftover raw biomass made sure that there was no waste, and that her man's cookware was kept spick and span.
"So… how are you enjoying this tonight?" Peter asked her with a small spike in his cortisol production. He was stressed but a natural stressed. A desire to make a good impression.
"I have been having a wonderful time. You've been feeding me delectable chocolates, delightful conversation, and quite frankly my dear… your very being makes me hungry in a way that I've never experienced before bonding with you. I'm having a wonderful date… and I was hoping that I'd be able to… show you my appreciation ~." She uttered in that deep husky feminine tone that seemed to make him stand at attention so well.
And with a little thrill, she could feel his desire build… with no intention to pull back.
"Well now… I'd be a fool to turn that down." He said with a playful smile that she adored as she slowly manifested more of her feminine form off of him, his erection having extended to its full length and girth, throbbing in such a way that she could feel herself salivate with her desire to truly taste him.
"Then let me take a nice… long… li -" Before she could finish her sultry flirtation, they both became aware of a presence having slipped in through the rooftop window in the bathroom. Peter through his hearing and Spider-Sense and Venom through her sense of smell.
Dammit! It's the Puma. Mask or no beloved?
Mask.
Copy.
And with that, she reattached to Peter's entire body, shifting the form to the black suit that had been her original design when first bonding with him.
She'd promised that she would not kill anyone as long as they were connected. But now, having experienced the sensation known as a 'cockblock', she was wondering if she could get her Peter to make an exception to this overgrown Man-Cat.
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"You've got about 10 seconds to walk out of my bathroom and explain yourself." Peter said in a tight, terse manner. He didn't like it when people came to his home. There was a separation that he needed to keep. He needed a chance to wind down from the stress of being a superhero, and all the responsibilities included.
So as the Puma exited his bathroom with a neutral expression, Peter subconsciously narrowed the eyespots of his mask to glare at him..
"Five more seconds buddy. And then I start getting angry."
"You were… correct about my negligence Spider-Man. You are no villain, and you are… a dangerous enemy to have. I wished to clear the air before I return home."
Peter took a deep breath, before allowing his glare to lighten just a touch.
"I'm gonna be real with you Puma, showing up at my home is not exactly the best way to show that you don't plan to attack me. How did you even find me?"
The Puma didn't even have the courtesy to look chagrined.
"You have a unique scent pattern. It was mostly easy to acquire it. Perhaps you will not believe me, but I have very deliberately not looked up this address, nor will I be attempting to determine your secret identity. Regardless, I wish to leave you two things. One, the name of the one who hired me. You were correct. It was the Rose. Secondly… if ever you have need of the Puma, I owe you for turning me towards the truth."
With that, the Puma made to leave from the same place he entered, before Peter placed a hand on his shoulder, causing the Puma to stiffen.
"The next time you need to get a hold of me… put an ad in the newspaper. If I didn't know it was you, things could have ended badly."
The Puma said nothing, only exiting the apartment, leaving Peter to sigh as he leaned against a wall.
So… scent huh?
I can work with this. I can consume all the chemicals and hormones that give off a scent.
Seriously? You can do that?
I believe so. But… we can talk about that later. Before we were rudely interrupted… I believed I was going to get myself a nice long lick?
He swallowed as the question was asked courteously. If he was no longer in the move, she would pull back. But…
"Yeah… I think you were about to get yourself a lick."
It was amazing to see how swiftly his torso and groin became stripped of the biomass that made up Venom's being, as she manifested her torso, arms and face in a manner that was… very much meant to entice. Her face of course was much as it always was, though to be honest, even the sight of her face was beginning to be arousing to him. On top of that, that long winding tongue that seemed like it could very easily wrap around his shaft… he'd have to be a fool not to fantasize about that. Her head was connected to a broad torso that was… well. The breasts that Venom had grown for herself were very large. Much bigger than his hands that ached to hold and squeeze them.
He shouldn't have been surprised with how deeply that Venom and he were connected that she could feel his desires and with a lustful forcefulness, she gripped his wrists and roughly pulled them onto her breasts, pushing her chest into his hands. Squeezing tightly, she groaned in a real sexual moan. She began to pant though, they both knew she didn't need to breathe, as she positioned herself carefully at waist level.
"Tell me Peter… have you ever done this ?~" Venom teased him playfully before wrapping her ink black breasts around his throbbing shaft, the sheer plushness and heat making him groan as she bent her head down… and slowly spiraled her long tongue down to grip and stroke his cock.
He had to lean back against his wall to keep from letting the pleasure overwhelm him. He hadn't experienced something like this in over a few months, and even then, Venom had made herself even more built than Felicia, and god knew Felicia couldn't do that thing with her tongue.
Peter… Remember I'm a Klyntar. Damn near indestructible. You don't have to be careful with me. You don't need to worry about breaking me or hurting me. I want you to feel good. I want you to make me feel good….
She whispered in his mind as her mouth was very quickly too busy to open up. No… no she was stroking his cock up and down roughly with her large tits, all the while burying her face down in her own cleavage so that she could suck his cock even harder.
And God help him, he took her up on it. Grabbing her head, he groaned as he felt her rumble in pleasure around his shaft, before thrusting into her mouth, letting her breasts caress him further.
Yes!!! Yes…. This is it! The pleasure I craved, the taste on my tongue is intoxicating! Spill your seed my darling. Force it down my gullet. Make me swallow your load! Don't let me waste even a single drop!
That voice would be enough to arouse anyone, but the pure filth in her words, encouraging him to thrust harder and faster, to simply take his pleasure instead of slowly building up at his partner's pace… he felt selfish, but she wanted him to be selfish.
Cum for me Peter… please… I've been a good girl… a good partner…. All I want right now is your cum. Please…. Give it to me now~!
He only had so much restraint. So with a powerful thrust and a deep moaning groan, he pushed his cock as deep down her throat as he could manage, and let loose rope after rope of thick sticky pearlescent cum down her throat. The sheer relief and relaxation that followed was almost sexual in and of itself, especially as Venom nursed every single drop of cum out from his shaft, she extended a hand outward to grip a chunk of chocolate, and tossed it into her maw, mixing with his cum.
"Mmmm…. Decadent… did I please you my host?"
"I think…. That as soon as we finish dinner…. We're going to do that again." He said, for once allowing himself to feel a bit selfish, buoyed by the fact that Venom gave him a long slow toothy smile.
"As you wish… beloved~."